Cucky Boy

(This story is the property of its author, H. K. Smythe. Any unauthorized reproduction or reprint without the express authorization of the author is strictly prohibited. Characters under 18 do not engage in sexual activity.

(This story is the property of its author, H. K. Smythe. Any unauthorized reproduction or reprint without the express authorization of the author is strictly prohibited. Characters under 18 do not engage in sexual activity.

I know, I know, it's just barely over what I consider to be qualifying as a novella, i.e., ten thousand words. In the abridged words of a great philosopher, 'Life is hard; then you die.')

I know, I know, it's just barely over what I consider to be qualifying as a novella, i.e., ten thousand words. In the abridged words of a great philosopher, 'Life is hard; then you die.')

Cucky Boy

Cucky Boy

Daniel Ellis

I am just a mild-mannered accountant. My father was an accountant and he encouraged me to follow in his footsteps. I did three years of public accounting and qualified for my CPA. After that, I went to work for a large conglomerate for more money and fewer hours. After ten years of hard work I became the Controller of the entire corporation, working in the corporate offices in Dallas.

My lovely wife, Emma, or Emmy, as I affectionately called her also worked for three years for an accounting firm and also received her CPA designation. However, she then became a stay-at-home mom with our three children, Mark, 9, Kevin, 7, and Felicia, 5. She kept her girlish figure even after three pregnancies by frequent visits to the fitness club. Occasionally, she ran with me, which was my principal form of exercise, even though we often played tennis on the weekends when the weather was good.

My friends, told me that I was hitting way above my weight when I convinced Emmy to wear my rings, but she seemed happy with motherhood, and me as her lover. Her mid-back auburn hair, bedroom-green eyes, and luscious lips attracted attention everywhere she went, especially when she wore a sun dress or other apparel that hinted at her 36C-23-35 body.

I reported to the VP of Finance, an older gentleman, named Harold Roberts, but working in the corporate offices I became familiar with many other of the top executives, including the President and CEO of MacFarlane Industries, Harlan McCormack. I didn't much care for McCormack as he not only had wandering eyes but wandering hands and loose zipper. There was a rumor that if you wanted to make the vice-president level, you had to lend him your wife. Although I wanted to become a vice-president, I did my best to minimize contact between McCormack and Emmy. It was bad enough that I couldn't keep an attractive female PA.

After several misadventures a pattern emerged. He would borrow my PA for a special project. In a week or so, she would be coming in to work glowing and openly flirting with McCormack. This would last for a few months, and then she would come to work sad and puffy-eyed. Her fling with the CEO was over. Usually, in a few weeks, my PA would apologetically resign and seek employment elsewhere.

The pattern with subordinates' wives was different. He would select the wife of a subordinate who was up for promotion. After a successful seduction, he would then mock them calling them Cucky Boy to their face. He would even have the wives come by the office for lunch with him. The wives would also treat their husbands with disdain. This would continue on with the prospect until sometimes months after the promotion was announced. Even worse, sometimes the promotion went to another employee. Apparently many of the wives enjoyed the humiliation of their husbands as much as McCormack did.

In a few cases, the cuckoldry ended in divorce. More often, the cuckold held on until McCormack tired of humiliating the husband and screwing the wife. In some cases, it seemed to take months for the husbands to get over it. In other cases, it seemed like they never fully recovered. I decided I would try to prevent him getting his claws into Emmy, but if I failed, I wouldn't stick around for the constant humiliation.

I suppose McCormack didn't think much of me because I also didn't like the practice of going to strip clubs which McCormack liked to do, especially with young executives. The good thing about being his guest was that he paid for everything; the bad part was that you had to go with him. I didn't like it and only went once or twice. He even paid for the cuckold husbands to have lap dances, saying if you're not good enough, we'll have to buy you some ass. The guys smiled and went along with it, seeming to enjoy their boss' largess, although I thought they must be seething on the inside with the pain of the constant humiliation and knowing what their wives had done.

Knowing the atmosphere in the MacFarlane corporate offices, I sometimes wondered why I just didn't leave. I felt like I was near a promotion, and I guess I stayed to see if I could become a VP. I needed to get a leg up somehow, but I didn't have many ideas of how to accomplish that.

Then while I was reviewing sales reports I noticed an interesting pattern. There seemed to be three patterns of sales of machine tools and materials handling equipment. In some regions there were significant sales of both products to the same customers. In other regions, the sales were of one product line or the other. I called an engineer at the machine tools subsidiary and asked his opinion. He told me that the same customers who were machine tools users would also need materials handling equipment. I then talked to the regional vice-president for one of the regions where sales were good for both machine tools and materials handling. He confirmed that it was two salesman visiting the same customer.

Taking this information I prepared a report proposing a reorganization of the sales function for the two divisions across the whole company. I proposed that a distribution channel be formed to include both product lines. Salesman would be trained in both disciplines. This way the machine tools and materials handling subsidiaries would use the same distribution channels which should increase sales in the areas where there wasn't good market penetration for both product lines and decreasing sales costs where market penetration was good by reducing redundancy. Up until now, separate trucks had been used, although common warehouses were often utilized. Use of the same trucks for both lines would yield another cost reduction.

I created a presentation detailing my suggested reorganization and presented it to my boss. He was so excited that he almost fell out of his chair. He asked for a copy to give to the CEO. McCormack called me into his office and asked me, "What the fuck is this?"

I replied, "I believe that if we make the changes I have proposed, we can increase sales by several millions and at the same time, reduce distribution and sales costs per unit."

He continued, "And why should I believe some shiny-pants bookkeeper about a major reorganization?"

I said, "Because I have done my homework, including consultations with people in sales, distribution, and engineering."

He inquired, "How long will it take you to bring me up to speed so I can present this to the board."

I thought, the bastard is going to take credit for this. Nevertheless, I answered, "It took me about forty hours to put this together, including the research and consultations. I can probably bring you up to speed in eight or nine hours."

He responded, "Wrong answer. I can allocate four hours. You will go with me as the author and if the board gets snitty, you may have to answer some of their questions."

Perhaps McCormack was a better salesman for selling my proposal to the board. That Friday I tutored him on my presentation for almost five hours. He suggested a few changes in the presentation, which I executed later that night and sent him the finished product. Tuesday afternoon I attended my first Board meeting.

I was very impressed with McCormack's apparent mastery of the presentation materials. The Board members asked McCormack, how much of the work was mine and how much was his. He told them that he had suggested a few minor changes in the presentation and other than that, the work was all mine. Then, one of the Board members asked me, "How did you find this, and why didn't anyone see it before."

I took my opportunity, "I try to review all of the Managerial reports that are produced by my people, at least once every six months. I had looked at these reports before but didn't see the patterns. You have to look at the detailed sales reports in the right order to see that there was a pattern. It was very subtle at the regional level, but when I compared the numbers for specific customers, I did have one of those 'Why didn't I see this before?' moments. The rest was a matter of confirming my suspicions with the people with the right knowledge."

The Board member suggested, "So, it was a matter of seeing some not obvious relationships and then acting on what you saw."

I answered, "That pretty much sums it up."

He then said, "Thank you for your presentation. We'll consider the proposal and get back to you with our decision."

After the presentation to the Board, McCormack told me, "Good job! Excellent presentation preparation, and you nailed your answers to the board questions."

I was surprised by his remarks. I told him, "You did the heavy lifting on the presentation; I just filled in the best I could."

He closed our conversation, "Keep up the good work! People are starting to watch you."

Maybe McCormack wasn't a total asshole. Nevertheless, I planned to keep Emmy away from him as much as possible.

My boss, the Finance VP told me that I had the attention of the higher-ups and this was the time to put my game into high gear. Of course, the natural next position for me was to become Finance VP. Although my boss had reached eligibility for early retirement, he hadn't indicated any interest in that alternative.

Since I didn't want McCormack messing with my wife, I usually didn't go to the annual Christmas party or Fourth of July picnic. My boss kept after me, so that finally, I had to start participating in these 'team building exercises.'

At the first Christmas party that I took Emmy to, McCormack spotted her almost immediately upon our arrival. He was very complimentary of Mrs. Ellis' beauty and personality. He repeatedly complimented her stating things like it must have been someone else that bore our three children and that she couldn't possibly be old enough to have been married for twelve years. He teased me, "Did you rob the cradle, Danny boy? I can't believe this beauty is really your wife."

Emmy thought it was humorous; I grimaced and finally managed a smile. He waltzed her away for several dances. I managed to get in a dance or two and took the precaution of warning her about his proclivities toward 'fucking anything in a skirt.' Emmy replied, "I believe you're jealous that such a handsome, successful man would show an interest in me!" Then she was dancing with McCormack again. After four or five more dances, I had had enough. I managed to catch up to them near the door.

Emmy smiled as she and McCormack stood arm in arm, "Danny, I need this one night. I hope you agree that I have earned it by bearing you three children and being absolutely faithful for fifteen years. I hope you can accept me stepping out once without a fuss."

It was just too incredible. I was having trouble wrapping my mind around it. "What is it you need, Emmy?"

She explained, "We'll be all right, Danny. I'm going with Harlan now, but I'll be back to being your wife and the mother of our children tomorrow."

I exclaimed, "But, Emmy, aren't you going home with me?"

McCormack interjected, "I think he's getting it now!"

She replied, "Be nice, Harlan! Danny!"

She kissed me on the cheek, "I'll be home tomorrow. I love you. Take good care of our children. I'll text you so you know everything's okay. Good night, Danny!"

She and McCormack turned away from me and walked out the door. I went home and paid off the babysitter. I was confused and bewildered. I just couldn't believe what had happened. I don't think it had taken him even an hour to seduce my Emmy away from me.

After checking that the children were all right. I made a cup of organic tea to hopefully calm me enough for sleep. I decided I had to let things play out. I couldn't really do anything significant until Monday. About one am I received a text from Emmy, 'Everything OK. I love you, Danny. Try and get some sleep, okay?'

If I could get the picture of McCormack banging the shit out of my Emmy out of my mind, I could probably go to sleep. My emotional state was off the chart, anger, hate, hurt, even a little bit of sexual arousal. I couldn't help but wonder if McCormack was substantially bigger than my seven inches. Was he better? I sipped my tea and tried to think of something else but it was hard. I hadn't had any indication that Emmy would ever be unfaithful to me. I couldn't believe that It had taken McCormack less than an hour to convince her to go home with him. The big question was, was it away from me? Would it really just be one night or would the two want more of each other. That's what I really feared. Tonight was a done deal. Unfortunately, I believed that if McCormack was a dud, she would already be on her way home. Around 8 Sunday morning, I received another missive, 'Everything A-OK. Going to Breakfast now. I love you, Danny. I'm still your Emmy!'

What the hell was going on. Was A-OK code for I just had the night of my life? When was she coming home? I figured I had slept about five hours. I fixed breakfast and let the kids play in the back yard. Finally, it was almost twelve when the two lovebirds came strolling in. I didn't expect to see McCormack, perhaps he wanted to smirk and gloat some. Emmy hugged and kissed me, "I love you, Danny, it's good to be home!"

I was right about McCormack. His greeting was, "How's it hanging, Cucky Boy?"

Emmy corrected him, "Harlan, be nice!"

McCormack continued, "Your missus sure enjoys a big dick!"

Emmy rolled her eyes, but her smile indicated, he spoke truly.

I was a bit angry, speaking very clearly, "I know you fucked Emmy, and I know she enjoyed it, can we just leave it at that?"

McCormack responded, "Emmy and I want to have a goodbye fuck, then I'll get out of your hair!"

Emmy looked at me questioning, "Is it all right, Danny?"

I didn't like it, but I guessed one more time wouldn't kill me, "Okay, Emmy, but use the guest room?"

McCormack interrupted, "Not a chance, Cucky Boy. It's not the complete cuckold experience unless you watch us in your marital bed!"

I replied, "You may be my boss's boss, and you may be Emmy's bull, but this is my house. I didn't ask for any cuckold experience and I've had enough."

McCormack replied, "Let's let Emmy decide."

I looked at Emmy, only to hear her say, "Harlan's a guest in our house. Be nice, Danny; he'll be gone in a couple of hours."

I inquired, "So you think I should have the full cuckold experience?"

She responded, "Is that so bad. I'll always come back to you."

I asked, "So this is not a one-off?"

She answered, "Danny, I love you. I will always love you, but I have to admit the truth: The sex with Harlan is fantastic!"

I told her, "Go ahead with your lover. Make my day. Fuck him wherever you want. I'll make sure the kids don't interrupt!"

She exclaimed, "Danny, be nice!"

I said, as I went out the back door, "Whatever!"

I took the children to the park and then for pizza. We came back about three hours later.

Emmy was angry with me, "Danny, you were rude to Harlan! It embarrassed me, and it could affect your career. I know this has been hard for you, but it's not necessary to act out like you were a four-year-old."

I said, "Emmy, I'm surprised at you. The hallmarks of a marital relationship are fidelity, trust, and respect. You thoroughly trampled fidelity, pissed all over respect, and trust has taken a big hit. Do you want a divorce?"

She quickly changed her tune somewhat, "Danny, I love you. I'm sorry I hurt your feelings. I want you to fuck me and then make love to me. We can wait until tonight if you want."

I told her, "I think that would be best, I'm certainly not in the mood right now."

She shed a few tears, "Danny, please don't threaten me with divorce. That hurts me."

I inquired, "What do you want, Emmy? Yesterday, I thought you wanted to raise our children with me and then grow old together. I don't know what you want now."

She said, "Danny, I still want those things. I guess I haven't been respectful of our relationship the last twenty-four hours. I'll try to do better in the future. I love you very much. There is one other thing, however."

Like a fool, I asked, "What's that, Emmy?"

She replied, "I would like to have an occasional weekend with Harlan."

I put my head in my hands and started crying.

She inquired, "What's wrong, Danny?"

I told her, "What happened to us, Emmy? Yesterday I thought I had the best wife, lover, and life partner in the world. Now, I'm not sure who you are."

She responded, "I'm still your Emmy. I just got a little extra seasoning from Harlan. You'll see. Everything will be even better than before. I still love you, just as much as I ever loved you, Danny!"

I asked, "And what about marital fidelity, trust, and respect, Emmy?"

She suggested, "Perhaps a lifetime of fidelity is a lot to ask. After all, this is the Twenty-first Century!"

I explained, "We never had any problems with any of those values until last night."

She replied, "I'm sorry, Danny, Harlan fucked me and did a very good job. I don't love you any less, in spite of that. I had hoped you'd be happy that I had such a nice time last night.

I changed topics, "Did you see Harlan's smirk. He'll probably keep up the condescending comments at work Monday. That's what he's done with the other guys after he fucked their wives."

She answered, "I'll tell him to take it easy on you. We wouldn't want your feelings hurt, would we?"

I informed her, "You did a good job of making me feel bad, Emmy. Harlan just wants to pour more salt on my wounds."

I was beginning to tire of the conversation and my wife's attitude. She said, "My intent was not to hurt you, Danny!"

I replied, "Well, I guess that's some consolation."

Her last remark was, "Danny, I want you to first fuck me to reclaim me and then make love to me like you always do so well."

I simply told her, "Whatever." I wasn't sure I wanted to make love to her anymore. I was beginning to think that it was time to cut my losses. If I didn't want to be held up as a cuckold for my coworkers, it was time to begin divorce proceedings and look for a new job. I wasn't certain yet about the divorce, but I knew I didn't want to work with that asshole anymore.

It got worse. Monday morning McCormack's personal assistant told me I was having lunch with McCormack at his club. There were eight in attendance. I suppose you would call them all junior executives. They were all assigned to the executive suite, although none of them was a VP. We had a very nice lunch. Then McCormack stood up and announced, "Stand up, Danny! Guys, this is latest cucky boy in our company. I made him a cuckold last Saturday night. His wife is a hot slut and can't get enough of my cock. What do you think of that?"

Most of the guys attending were younger than me, and wanting to get to the highest level, but not really as ready to make the move as I was. They applauded McCormack, and a few called out, "McCormack's the man!" or something equally revolting. The rest of the week, many of my interactions with coworkers were conducted with Cucky Boy. They seemed to have forgotten that I was previously Mr. Ellis to most of them.

I had already put my resume up on several websites with job boards. That afternoon I began the process of filing divorce papers but asked my attorney to not have Emmy served yet.